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Into the past, out of the future

I’m pretty sure I last saw Terri Griffith standing outside an all-ages club in Seattle, sometime in the middle of the night circa 1984. Clove cigarettes may have been involved. Last saw, that is, until a few weeks ago when, thanks to the freaky magic of Facebook,*  we wound up having lunch at the Wishbone.  … Continued

Adventures in buck-passing, ex-Reader edition

No time to update blog. Somehow, mysteriously, have found work paying Actual Money. (It turns out it is out there. Who knew? Though of course all the freelance assignments turn up at exactly the same time, on the exact same deadline schedule. At least this way maybe I can take the summer off again.) In … Continued

A New Year’s message from the management

It has come to our attention here at Martha Bayne, Inc., that our online brand identity may be a little muddy. After all, the name of the blog is not “WashingtonIslandsummer.com.” Nor is it “Links to my restaurant reviews,” “Half-baked thoughts on food politics,” “Chicago media death watch,” or “Funny things drunks say.” It’s “Martha Bayne.” What … Continued

The big girl shot

Hammered blonde: “It’sh my BIRTHDAY! I’m 24!!! Whooooooooooooo!. We want SHOTS! I want . . . I want . . . . I dunno what I want. What should we get? I want something that’sh, you know … for a 24-year-old! (Aside to friends: Whooooooooo!) Something hard-core. HARD-CORE. Like, a Jager Bomb. No — no Jager … Continued

Christmas for stray cats

1. Saffron-celery root soup a la Wilcox, topped with Greek yogurt and parsley. 2. Turkish salad foraged from Stanley’s. Mixed greens, spinach, peppers, cherry tomatoes, goat cheese, olives, balsamic. 3. Day-old bread de Logan Square 4. 2007 Domaine Frissant-Touraine Sauvignon Blanc, two bottles 5. Mashed sweet potatoes with molasses, jalapenos, and cumin. Ancient Kendrick family … Continued

Goat gets my. . . goat

TOC’s David Tamarkin  picks goat meat as the go-to protein of 2009. I would just like to gently point out that I totally called this a MONTH ago. Jeez . . . <grumble mumble> . .  no respect.

Get on the bus *

We’re goin’ to DC.   *Actually, I think the bus is sold out at this point. But if you’re headed to DC anyways, this is gonna be one perfect storm of a party. Tickets are going fast; you can get ’em online at the Black Cat site or at the bar (cash only, but, hey, … Continued

Point them toward the Publican

Out today in the Reader‘s food issue, I bravely interview local chefs and find out that . . . they all really, REALLY love Paul Kahan. Stop the presses. A more gripping read, IMHO, is Mike Sula’s fascinating and eloquent account of following his mulefoot pigs to slaughter. And then eating them. Vegetarians across Chicago … Continued